Little Alice
As Little Alice stepped through the looking glass,
She never though that her death would soon come to pass.
Into the house went,
Not knowing what the warning ment.
The bright colored bottles caught her attention,
She drank them and died in a way too horible to mention.
As her body crashed to the floor,
Little Alice was no more.
Copyright © Louise Reilly | Year Posted 2007
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